The aged and experienced Master Len helms this sequel with a controlled and well-placed humor about his dungeon-mastering. Mind, however, that unless the title's "plumpers" are in reference to the subject's breasts, such plurality is more than a little misleading: There is only one plumper here.

Though the action is reasonably well-captured, the footage largely fails in promoting a portrait of true bondage. The short scenes do not seem sufficiently painful for the focal participant, and the overall demeanors of both master and slave are more business-like than truly emotional.

The single instance of real pain seems saved for the end, and serves well to close "day one." Like classic theatre, a suitable denouement is effected and championed thus: Master Len clips a length of rope-drawn clothespins about said masochist's milky flesh, encircling breasts, nipples, arms, inner thighs, and cooter-lips in tight succession. He grabs the rope and runs forward, tearing the mass away in a palatable ecstasy of pinching. Ouch!

Retailing: If your BDSM section is consistently sold out, stock this.